Let me tell you something in case you did not know; women love a man in a suit. And since they love men in suits, I love suits. Once you get past a certain age, it’s essential that your wardrobe expands to include more suits than the one you bring back to life for every funeral, wedding, interview, and Sunday service. I enjoy the fact that I have a nice assortment of suits that I can wear when I feel like getting my Cool on. And did I mention that the ladies love them? Young ladies, old ladies, dancing ladies, hood ladies, business ladies, and blind ladies all love a man in a suit. I can’t explain it, but my suit is like my cape, I feel like The Man of Steel when I put one of these things on.
And did I fail to mention that the women love them? Women love men in suits like men love women in lingerie. It gets them all warm and fuzzy inside. A few years ago I began to wear a suita little more often than usual and at first everyone was asking me did I “have an interview after work.” ” No.” “Then why are you dressed up?” ” Because I felt like spiffing up this morning as I ate my pancakes.”However, once I put back on my regular Cool I was added back to the pile of millions of other dudes in jeans and tennis shoes. So I thought…. suit = Cool, Power, Respect.
That conversation was enough to make me reevaluate my whole shebang. I know that my Jordan’s are always crispy, and my Girbauds are fitting ever so nicely, but I didn’t really receive the attention I felt I deserved until I stepped in with my suit on. Then all of a sudden I was the man. Show up at happy hour, the bartender pours your drinks with that much more love. You go out, no one is patting you down or asking for ID. Why? Because you look like you mean business. A suit speaks paragraphs about you, without you ever having to open your mouth.
And did I mention that the ladies love a man in a suit?